Agent 007 (A Steve Rogers x Reader Fic)

Chapter Nine

After dropping Tony, Sharon and Agent 415 off, their route from Phoenix saw them to Oregon to drop off Barton and his two agents. Sam, Bucky and Agent 522 were left in Nebraska shortly after, and remaining on the plane was Steve, YN and Natasha. The three of them were about thirty minutes out of Minnesota.

"Bit of a weird location for a HYDRA base, in my opinion." Nat piped up, eyes scanning the file in front of her.

"Why do you say that?" YN responded, her legs taking up the two seats next to her, her eyes, too, running over the file once more.

"Just, seems very out of touch, y'know?" Was Natasha's response from the other side of the cabin where she was playing around with a SAT phone.

"I actually grew up in a town similar to this." Yn sat up, looking at Nat. "There was a small HYDRA base about two miles from us. Very minimal agents were posted there. Where we are headed, the agents are recruiting police officers. It's a shame, it seems a lot of them have taken up the offer too." YN sighed.

"Probably bored with cow tipping calls." Nat laughed, earning a snort of laughter from YN.

Steve, who was listening in while reading his own file that consisted of the backup plan, tilted his head in confusion. "Cow tipping?" Both the women looked in his direction, then back to each other with another laugh.

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After Nat had sent them on their way with a wink and a "See you in a few days!", they were stood in front of their base. It was a S.H.I.E.L.D safehouse not too far from the town center. They dropped their belongings in their separate rooms, shaking off the rain from outside, and met back in the living room to run over the plan.

"Okay, I've set up the screens and your headset. Everything is being monitored by Ron back at the facility so if you really need help and I can't contact you, he is second contact. I won't always have an earpiece in to speak to you, but there will always be a camera somewhere on my person with a mic, giving you access to what I am seeing and hearing."

"Right, yep." Steve nodded.

"Camilla is a waitress downtown, S.H.I.E.L.D has set up the job for me already. A lot of the local cops go there for breakfast on the weekends and during their breaks of a week." YN checked her watch, taking note of the time. "Right, I best change. My shift starts in half hour."

Before she could move Steve grabbed her hand. "You'll be careful, won't you?"

"Of course, not my first rodeo." She returned, smiling reassuringly at the tall blonde before turning to her room to change into her uniform.

Steve sat down in the swivel chair in front of him, looking at all the blank screens. He was still semi-out of depth with new technology, but Tony had run (several) crash courses on the basics and S.H.I.E.L.D had supplied a thick manual if he happened to forget.

After a few minutes of familiarizing himself, he heard YN exit her room. Turning the corner, YN looked the complete opposite of what she normally did. Her face was makeup free and she was sporting thin black frames, her thick hair pulled out of her face and secured with a clip at the back of her head. She was wearing a classic diner's uniform and she was slipping on a rain jacket to shield herself from outsides weather.

"Okay, my glasses have micro tech in them so you can see and hear what I am doing via the screens. I will be wearing a small chip in my ear so I can hear you." YN lent over Steve to flick the screens on, planting a kiss on his cheek and moving to the door. "See you when I finish."

Steve sighed, feeling a little nervous about sending YN out into the field without him. He berated himself for his condescending thoughts, knowing YN would be highly offended with what his was thinking. YN had been an agent for nearly a decade, she knew was she was doing. It didn't stop Steve's worry for her though.